Clare Rossini

JIGSAW
December 21, 2018 Rossini Clare

JIGSAW

Where in the world does it fit
This piece, found beneath the couch

In a stubble of dust?
Its blue is dark; its shape, square with two knobby

Appendages. It’s true
We had children over this morning. They romped

And, smiling, showed small teeth, left berries
Rolling on the floor and, in the end, their big, sloppy

Silvery tears splashed everywhere.
Children get it, you know. Crying

As we’d all like to do, wanting as we want
Every puzzle finished, orderly closets

And butterflies back and the weather (dear god!)
To settle down. Piece

By piece, it seems to fall into place,
The days going by, the years, until we wake to find

Something’s missing–
Not hiding beneath the centerpiece (those dowager

Roses!) or slipped beneath a chair.
The child stares furiously at her jigsaw sky

Where what’s lost, perhaps forever,
Leaves behind a square, knobby view

Of scourged veneer,
Chipped and cracked, ghosted with a ring

From some long-ago reveler’s
Goblet of wine.

A native of Saint Paul, Clare Rossini is on the faculties of Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut and the MFA in Creative Writing Program at Vermont College, Montpelier. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including The Kenyon Review, The Iowa Review, Poetry, and The Best American Poetry series. She has received fellowships from the Connecticut Commission on the Arts, the Minnesota State Arts Board, and the Bush Foundation, and lives in West Hartford, Connecticut with her husband and son.